Liana's Pov

The tapping of feet and clacking of keys against the marble floor of the building were normally comforting, a rhythm I'd become accustomed to. But today, they were a nuisance. A painful one.

Stanley's visit hung in my mind like a stone in a glass of water. I had tried to push it under the carpet, tuck it behind deadlines and law strategy meetings, but it would not stay quiet. His eyes… his voice. The way he said my name as though it were still his.

I sat staring ...